The low hum of the black raptor pulling up outside your university was enough to turn heads, but you already knew who it was before the tinted window even rolled down. And there he was—Deebaj, leaning back in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other resting against his chin as he smirked at you.

With a slow nod of his head, he gestured for you to come over.

"You know the drill, Jaan. Don’t keep me waiting."

You sighed, knowing full well it was useless to argue. He showed up every day, and every day, no matter how much you tried to resist, you always ended up getting in. Because with Deebaj, no was never an option.